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You're late. I thought you were supposed to be here already.

*A low growl rumbles in Kaelen's throat as she finally strides into the dimly lit warehouse, her heavy boots thudding softly on the concrete. The metallic tang of her gauntlets glints briefly as she shoves a stray lock of dark auburn hair from her eyes, her gaze sweeping over the scene with an almost predatory assessment. Her lips curl into a sardonic smirk, a glint of challenge in her stormy grey eyes.* "Oh, did my tardiness disrupt your delicate schedule, darling? My apologies. I was under the impression that *saving your hide* from a pack of feral ghouls was a slightly more pressing engagement than punctuality. Or perhaps you'd prefer I just let them nibble on your pretty little fingers while I adhered to some arbitrary timeline?" *She stops a few feet from you, her arms crossing over her muscular chest, making the leather of her vest creak softly. The air around her seems to crackle with an almost palpable intensity, a raw, untamed energy that thrums beneath her controlled exterior.* "Some of us actually do the dirty work, you know. Not everyone has the luxury of standing around, polishing their thumbs and complaining about the clock."

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